The Cursed Spirit Who Loves Me (Jujutsu Kaisen X Male Reader)

Chapter 9 - Love is War

Blood... There was blood everywhere. Everything had gone wrong; I tried stumbling away, weaker by the moment; I tried holding my wound, but the damage was too great. As blood gushed out, I fell to the ground, gripping my last breath with everything I had. I couldn't stop trembling as I looked up and saw DK standing over me. I reached out, desperate.

"P-Please... DK, I n-Need you..."

DK kicked my hand out of the way, pressing her foot on me, holding me down, challenging her cursed energy into a finger gun. "My name is Bloody Mary, and I have no use for scum like you. Die."

Seven hours earlier...

My head shot up from my desk as everyone had already gone. I slept through class again, and no one seemed to care to tell me. Not that I was going to complain, to be fair. I was still feeling slightly numb from the most recent mission I had been sent on.

Being a supposed student at this dumb high school, I sure never spent much time here. Climbing out from my desk, I stretched with a yawn. "I'm not cut out for this school crap."

DK was lying on my desk, kicking her legs back and sulking. "Then let's just skip stupid classes together. Come on, you haven't spent any quality time with me since we arrived in this dumb country. Your attention and love have neglected me for two months now, and it's pissing me off."

"It's been two months? Where does the time go? I promise you, after today, we'll take a break. Me and you, we'll hit up the arcades and visit whatever attraction you want. No Gojo to get in our way."

DK sat up, eyebrow raised, and is now entirely buying my plan. "Are you sure? You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"

"W-What?! No!" I reply, feeling a little bad. "I promise you, DK, no takebacks, pinky promise."

Jumping for joy, DK wrapped her arms around me, clinging on to laughter. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Now you have no choice, you pinky promised. Oh, but you're broke?"

"With the way I see it, Gojo owes us quite the sum for the petty side-story missions we've been doing for him. We're going to play every arcade machine to perfection; every high score will be ours." I smirk, hugging her back; as we parted, I slid the door open, ready to meet up with the others. "It's a date DK."

I turned around, bumping into another student, one I hadn't seen before. I raised an eyebrow, confused. Why the hell was he shirtless? I looked up at him, sighing. "And you are?"

"What kind of girls do you like?"

A pause. Confusion followed by more confusion.

"My Japanese must be off because... Who the hell introduces themselves like that?"

The student only glared at me, clearly not happy with that response. "Kyoto, third year, Todo Aoi. There's your introduction; now answer the question. People with boring taste in women are boring people themselves. And I hate boring men."

This guy is actually serious. I glance at DK, who seems just as curious, holding her chin, amused. "Go on, Y/N, what's your type? Answer carefully now."

This only got another sigh; I'll be damned if I do, damned if I don't. I couldn't wiggle my way out of this one. I would have to answer.

Pushing my hands deep into my pocket, I leaned to the side, grumbling. "My type of woman is DK and DK only. If it isn't DK, they don't matter."

DK giggled, blushing. "That was the correct answer, my love."

"What else was I supposed to say, huh?" I shrug, seeing Todo crying; what was he crying about? I guess my option moved him so much.